BLAKELY

Thorne seemed to utter a mantra near my ears, planting in my head. And I gladly accepted it.

He roughly pulled my wet hair aside and rained me with delicious kisses on my back. My palm clung to the slickness of the wall and leaned my body on it. I seemed to lose my breath as he glided his lips on my body.

“Oh… Thorne, baby… don’t make me wait for too long…” I growled in sweet agony.

His sweet lips left me. The next thing I knew, he was roughly pulling my panties down. It didn’t reach my feet and I heard the tearing sound. He hotly caressed...